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Castiel's little trip of magic

"Let´s go".

"No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty boy angels."

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Cass was zapped into a boxing ring. A huge guy with tattoos all over his body runs forward to the angel and Castiel couldn´t dodge. He was hit right in the nose; breaking in what Cas thought was three pieces.

He began to fight back but it wasn´t easy. The giant looked like he knew all Castiel´s moves and "

The angel had to improvise. He broke one of the ring´s poles in way that it would perform as a stake. He began to move very quickly, and managed to pierce his opponent. The giant guy fell hard on the ground, raising dust that blinded the angel for a second.

Three more giants came forward Cass, but he gathered all his strength and zapped out of there.

He was standing in front of the hotel where Sam and Dean was. He heard laughters.

He opened the door.

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"Listen to me. Something is not right; this thing is much more powerful than it should be"

"Hi, Castiel!"

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Cass appeared in a very strange place. It seems like a prison, but there were no barriers. He walked around the place, and a woman, a very pretty woman entered the room.

"Castiel, you're next"

He passed through the iron door, and he entered a really white room. More like a waiting room. The woman asked him to follow her through the aisle. She was really pretty, Cass thought.

She opened the door that was standing in front of them. Castiel entered in what it seems a doctor´s office. The nurse came close to him, and asked him to take his clothes off and lay down in the operation table.

He did, almost unconsciously. "The doctor will be right in"

Someone entered the room, but Cass couldn´t see who it was. "Lie down on your stomach, please. Your prostate exam will begin"

Cass turned his head and saw the Trickster smiling while putting his latex gloves.

"You are not the Trckster, are you?, said the angel.

"No, I'm your favorite doctor. Now, lie on your stomach, and open your legs wide, please."

Castiel discovered he couldn´t move a single muscle of his body. "Damn you, whatever you are", he thought.

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Castiel was sored. And moody. And embarrassed.

He was zapped to a tropical place, it seems, after his, let´s call it that way, exam. He was wearing a really tiny Speedo, a green one.

He decided he didn´t like the sun.

He felt like a enormous vacuum cleaner was sucking his out of that paradise. The last thing he saw before appearing in the warehouse besides Sam and Dean was a really big statue of Jesus.

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"Hello, Gabriel."

"Hey, bro. How is the search for daddy going?"

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They had just left the warehouse. Castiel was a little confused, and a lot angry. He wanted to tear Gabriel apart.

"Hey Cas, where were you?", Dean asked.

"Rio De Janeiro. I don´t want to talk about it."

"Hum. You do seem a little tan."

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